Disclaimer: I do not own J.K. Rowling or the Harry Potter books, series, movies or anything related to it. I also do not own "Beautiful Soul" by Jesse McCartney.

Author's Note: I can't believe we're finally here! This is so exciting! So I hope all of you followers of Hogwarts, Here We Come! are back as well as new comers, although I suggest you read HHWC before, because it will make more sense, but it's not required. Anyways, I hope you all like it and read on! Don't forget to leave a nice little review at the bottom. See that box at the very bottom of the page? It does not harm you, it loves you, which is why you should write in it. Also, this chapter is dedicated to lupinsmoonlitsweetheart for giving me the amazing name of the story. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing as much as you do! Anyways, read on and enjoy!

Chapter One: Betrayal

I never thought this would happen. Never in a million years. Never in a billion years! It seemed entirely impossible, yet it still happened. It still happened after everything we've been through. And there was nothing I could do about it. Absolutely nothing.

It was hard to explain. Like something you would have to see or have to be directly involved with to get the complexity of it all, and to know what it felt like. To know how much it hurt. To know what it felt like to be betrayed.

I sat on my window seat watching the rain falling down from the sky and the dark clouds moving in as memories of the events leading up to what happened flooded back into my mind.

"Hannah?" I asked cautiously. "Are you okay? I mean, we haven't talked or hung out together for such a long time."

"I'm fine!" She snapped aggravatedly.

"Sorry for asking," I mumbled to myself, not expecting her to hear it.

"Well you should be," She snarled as she began to storm away. "Merlin, you are so annoying."

That was only the beginning. Doesn't seem like that much, does it? Well trust me - it gets much, much worse.

"I can't believe how close we are to the way," I stated, sitting on the front of her lawn, talking to the person that I liked to call my best friend.

"Yeah, sure," She said. "We all know what side is going to win though. It's pretty obvious."

"Of course, the good side," I said, knowing that was the absolute truth of the matter.

"That's not what I mean," She stated solemnly.

"Then what do you mean? That Voldemort and his followers will win?" I laughed at this until I saw the look on her eyes, telling me that she was completely serious, causing me to sober up. "No, they're not going to win."

"Yeah, they will. They're powerful and getting more and more powerful by the day. There's nothing that the so-called 'good' side will be able to do that can stop them," She said, looking quite thoughtful about the subject. "I wouldn't mind being on their side. Their views aren't that bad. I mean, we do want the purest of blood for our witches and wizards, right?"

"You do know who you're talking to, right?" I asked, in full awareness that she knew I was half-fairy.

"Well, the Dark Lord would probably make an exception for you if you joined his side," She said.

"Why on Earth would I want to join Voldemort? He's the epitome of evil," I stated, before realizing something. Something that could change everything. "Wait, are you thinking of joining him?"

That's when I first knew she had changed, and definitely not for the better. I didn't know why though. Who was making her think like this? She wanted to wipe out someone was supposed to be her best friend. Someone who was always there for her, not matter what was happening. But even that wasn't as bad as it eventually got.

"What's wrong with you?" I demanded, storming out of my house and slamming the door behind me upon seeing Hannah walking outside of her own.

"Nothing," She said calmly, as if nothing was wrong. "What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me? WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?" I screamed at her. "You chose your side, and we're not on the same one."

"So? Just because we have different beliefs..." She stopped, obviously realizing how ridiculous that sounded. "I'm moving in two weeks anyways."

"What? Why?" I asked.

"Because it's like you said, I've chosen my side, and we're not on the same on," She said. I could feel tears prickling my eyes. It was like a hard slap in the face. "At least Amber agrees with me." What was wrong with her? And what was that look in her eyes? I've never seen that before.

"I don't care whether Amy agrees with you or not! Was she the one who made you like this?" I asked.

"She prefers to be called Amber now, FYI. And her boyfriend, Theodore Nott, told me some of the Dark Lord's views and I agree with them, because they actually make sense unlike that crackpot fool Dumbledore's ideas," She scoffed at the idea.

"Killing innocent people just trying to live their lives makes sense to you?" I demanded angrily.

"It's not that really. It's just ridding this world of people with blood that isn't pure. Like mudbloods, muggles and half-breeds," She said.

"Have you not noticed that I'm a half-breed?" I asked.

"Yeah, I have, actually. That's why you'll be one of the first to go," She said before whispering just loud enough for me to hear. "Filthy half-breed".

Did she really just say that to me? And before I even knew what I was doing, my fist was swinging towards the side of her face, her nose making a horrible, deafening crack as it broke beneath the pressure of my fist. She was knocked to the ground as scarlet liquid began to stream from her nose.

"Never, and I mean never say that to me again or I will make your life a living hell!" I screamed at her, my tears threatening to fall, but I wouldn't let them; I wouldn't show weakness and vulnerability to the likes of her. "And just as a note, when you fail a mission or whatever from Voldemort, don't come crawling back to me because I will never protect you. I will hand you over without a second thought, just like you're doing to me now. You've betrayed me, and the past was great, but now we have no future and it's all your fault."

I walked away, leaving my former best friend lying on the concrete bleeding as I stepped into my own, empty house, closing the door behind me before collapsing against it, my tears falling freely.

It had been two weeks exactly since that happened. And here I was, a pathetic sight to all spectators, watching the rain fall as her family loaded all of their possessions into the moving truck.

I watched as Hannah, her nose still wrapped up from my punch, carried what I guessed to be the last box out, all the while glaring at me. Why had she changed so drastically and so soon?

We had so many fun memories, where we were always laughing and having fun. But then this happens and I don't know what to do with them all anymore because the more I think of them, the more I cry. Especially at one in particular.

"I'm so excited. We're going to Hogwarts!" I exclaimed as we messed around with flashlights.

"Me too, it's going to be so cool and amazing," Hannah said.

"I'm just nervous about one thing," I said and she gave me a look telling me to go on. "What year for Harry Potter are we going to be there during? Because obviously if Dumbledore is still alive, it's got to be while he's in school."

"Yeah," I said, lying down on the air mattress that was underneath me. "It's just a bit scary to think that we might be jumping into the middle of a war."

"Yeah..." Hannah said. It was totally quiet for a while. I guess we were both thinking about what might happen.

"Let's do presents," Hannah said suddenly.

"Okay," I said getting mine out and handing it to her.

She opened it and it was a picture of the two of us in a frame that read "Best Friends for Life" written on it.

"It's to remind us both that no matter what happens; we'll always be best friends. Even better, we'll always be sisters," I said.

"Then you'll like your gift," Hannah said handing the one she had been holding to me. Inside it was two charm anklets: One had a blue star charm on it and the word "Best" written on it, and the other was the exact same except it had "Friends" written on it.

I have Hannah a hug to let her know how much I appreciated it.

"Thank you so much," I said, giving her the one that said "Friends". We both started laughing and continued talking, before we deemed it too late, and fell asleep, dreaming of what might happen the next day.

"Why did it have to come to this?" I asked myself quietly, playing with the anklet that had suddenly appeared in my hands. I had hardly ever taken it off, and now, it was another one of those things I wasn't sure what to do with.

I pulled my knees tight against my chest, resting my chin on top of them, staring blankly ahead of me. Lindsay was still my friend. She had been there for me during this whole thing. She was, of course, my other best friend, and we had been getting closer ever since the whole Hogwarts thing. Not as close as Emilie and I though.

We had become really close with the whole going to Hogwarts and getting to see each other every day thing, but also with both of our boyfriends being in the TriWizard Tournament. I had even become friends with Cedric. We mourned together for days and stayed together for support.

There was just too much going on right now for me to be able to deal with it all by myself. I hadn't even been able to sleep for the longest time, because every time I closed my eyes, Voldemort would come into my dreams. More like nightmares, if you ask me.

I've been living off anything with caffeine and sugar to keep me awake, and using lots of make-up to cover the dark circles underneath my eyes.

"I don't want another pretty face, I don't want just anyone to hold, I don't want my love to go to waste, I want you and your beautiful soul," I heard coming from somewhere in my room.

"Cell phone," I muttered to myself as the music got closer and closer. The cell phone came shooting out of nowhere and into my hand a few seconds later.

I slid it open, looking at the screen to see who was calling, because I didn't have anyone with that song. Or so I thought. As soon as I saw the picture, it made perfect sense. I pressed the talk button before speaking into it.

"'Beautiful Soul', eh?" I asked.

"I thought it fit how I feel about you," the voice said, making me smile as I wiped the tears away. Merlin I've missed that voice for so long now. "Have you been crying?" Harry asked worriedly. How come he was always able to read me like a book, even if he couldn't see me?

"No," I lied.

"Okay..." He said, obviously not believing me. "So when do I get to see you again?"

"Not soon enough," I said as he laughed lightly on the other end.

"I miss you so much," He said.

"I miss you too," I said sincerely, wanting to see him very badly. "You're staying safe, right?"

"Well, it's my right as your girlfriend, but they're asking me that too, so it's obviously nothing too personal. We just care about you too much to let anything happen," I said, looking up to see Emilie standing in the doorway. "Hey, I've got to go. Lindsay and Emilie are leaving, so I'll talk to you later, 'kay?"

"Of course. Bye, I love you," He said.

"I love you too, see you soon," I said as I closed the phone and threw it onto my bed.

"I take it that was Harry," Emilie said, smiling.

"No, it was Ron," I answered sarcastically as she rolled her eyes at me.

"Anyways," She said, "are you going to come and say goodbye to Lindsay and me or what?"

"I choose...or what," I grinned mischievously, chuckling slightly.

"Oh shut up," She said, hitting my arm playfully.

"Yeah, I'm coming. But where are you going? Grimmauld Place or the Burrow?" I asked, swinging my legs back and forth on my bed.

"Grimmauld Place, the Weasley's already went there before the first meeting," Emilie said. "But I really have to go; they're expecting me and will panic if I'm not there on time."

"Okay, fine," I grumbled as I stood up and walked down the stairs with Emilie. We stood in the living room where Lindsay and Emilie had literally dumped all of their bags. I gave them both hugs before bidding them goodbye.

I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, looking for something to drink. My mouth always became really dry after crying.

"How are you holding up, kiddo?" My dad asked.

"I'm doing okay, it's just really hard," I said, taking out a bottle of water and downing about half of it at once.

"Just try not to think about it. If she really valued your friendship, she would've tried harder," He said and I nodded in acknowledgement.

I hadn't told my parents the real story of what happened; that Hannah was going to join Voldemort, that is. They just thought I had had a fight with Hannah and Amy, and they started acting horribly towards me (which they had) and that I told them that I didn't have to put up with it anymore because I deserved better. Which is also true because I do deserve better.

"So what are you doing for your birthday?" My mom asked. We had been getting along much better since this whole thing happened. Not perfect; we weren't best friends or anything and we still fought, just not as often.

"I don't know," I said, trying to hide the fact that I was thinking about how Hannah and I had been planning something huge. "I'll just have a few friends over I guess."

"Well, you can have anyone you want over. All of your friends if you want," My father said.

"Okay," I said, taking another sip from my bottle of water.

"So while we're discussing this, who do you want to come?" My mother asked, summoning her pad of paper and a pen. I think that now that the whole family knew about magic, it made it easier on all of us, even though my parents preferred to do things the old-fashioned way most of the time. And I agreed with them because it was definitely more gratifying, but sometimes, it can't hurt to use a little magic.

"Um...Emilie of course...Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Ron, Lindsay and Brad," I listed. "So....eight people including me."

"Okay," My mother said as she continued to ask me what we were going to do, and what we were going to eat and drink.

I went back up to my room after a while and admired the work I had put into my bedroom, taking my mind off of everything else.

So first off, I painted my walls a pale blue and the ceiling white. On one wall, there were two long windows with white, lacy curtains that had light blue ribbons tied in loose bows around them for decoration. Underneath the window was my window seat and my dresser all in one. The cushion of the window seat was light blue striped with white and the dresser itself was white.

In the middle of the room was my singing equipment and instruments. In other words, my microphone, my microphone stand, my amplifier, my acoustic guitar, Lindsay's drums and my keyboard were all there.

On another wall, beside my window was my bunk bed. Except it only had one bed on top, ad then had a hammock on the bottom with a computer desk coming out of the bed frame. I had all of my stuffed animals lined up on a shelf about a foot or two down from the ceiling, except for the really important ones, like Big Bear which were on my bed.

The comforter was a white duvet with a blue tint, and then the pillows were all different shades of blue. The sheets were a light blue and had dark blue stripes. The carpet underneath everything was pure white, very plush and felt really nice when you walked on it with bare feet. There was also light blue and white see-through fabric hanging down from the ceiling at each corer of my bed.

Against the back wall was a white fireplace that was required with me being a pyrokinetic and all. On top of that was a painting I had done by my father of me when I was about five years old, holding my teddy bear. Beside the painting was a vase filled with light blue and white carnations.

Then there were a few steps going down with some more room, which had a light blue couch and a few matching chairs, all with white throw pillows with blue stripes covering them. The chairs and the couch had their backs facing the door. There was a glass coffee table in front of them, with a television in front of the white railing that worked as a divider between the two mini rooms, with a bunch of video game consoles and video games spread all over the place along with my DVD's. Just across from them was my closet that was mostly for my dresses and things of that sort.

On the wall by my white door was a collage of still and moving photographs, taking up the whole wall that ranged from the time I was born to the present.

The best part of my room was that most of it was handmade by my family and me. I felt very proud of this room and was absolutely in love with it, even though I might've used a little bit of magic to make it bigger. But that's natural for a girl, am I right?

This summer, I had taken a lot of lessons as well. Some more singing as well as some more guitar and piano, which was probably because I had taught myself how to play the last two instruments, but wanted a bit of professional training.

So I've been doing a lot of song writing in my free time, that is, the time in between Order meetings and babysitting. There have been a lot of Order meetings lately, and my parents also have me babysitting a lot of the time. Like my second cousins, kids that lived down the street, and kids that went to my old elementary school's. So it's been fun and all, we usually come to my house and hang out in the pool or in the hot tub or something. And the best part was that I was making money for my singing fund, but also having fun with little kids. But I had a strong feeling that my parents were trying to keep me from knowing something still...

Next time on "Chaos in the Order"

"Harry's here already?" I asked, feeling a grin spread across my face at the thought of seeing Harry again.

"Yes, but not for the reason he should be, unfortunately. He got attacked...by six Dementors," Sirius said.